At this moment, the fallen leaves on the battlefield can be heard!

The winner has been revealed!

Emperor Qin's breath soared, like a demon god who had come out of the wilderness, and had the potential to push the nine heavens and ten earths.

......

Now on the battlefield, there is a strange calm, the twelfth general of the Xiliang Palace, the person who was given the surname in the first battle of the king, the innate grandmaster Zhou Cang's breath is sluggish, and the iron cavalry under his command is dead and nine wounded.

And Emperor Qin, a young hero, had a surge of breath after the war, and he was three points stronger than before.

......

Although the [Sin] and the three hundred elites were almost killed and wounded, behind Emperor Qin, Wen Yu, Tiger Roar, Poisonous Snake, and Ma Buyi were covered in blood, but they did not fall.

Now that the general trend of the two sides has reversed, Zhou Cang, who came with the general trend, has completely fallen into disadvantage.

At this moment, the situation on the battlefield suddenly changed dramatically!

......

"Third Uncle, why is Emperor Qin's aura becoming more and more unstable and becoming extremely tyrannical?" Wu Zong was surprised, and couldn't help but say to the old man beside him.

Wu Sansi looked at the battlefield and was silent for a while. After half a ring, his voice trembled, and he said, "You carefully observe the corpses and blood flowing on the battlefield to ......."

"Is Emperor Qin's cultivation a heart-absorbing Dafa?"

In the entire Minzhou, except for Emperor Qin, no one could answer Wu Sansi's doubts, because they were all shocked by this scene on the battlefield.

There was a river of blood at the feet of Emperor Qin, and the corpses of Xiliang Tieqi on the battlefield were divided and scattered with the wind.

Although I don't know why, everyone knows that this matter must be related to Emperor Qin.

At this moment, Emperor Qin stepped on the river of blood, holding a spear, his momentum was violent, and the killing machine rose to the sky, and the wind and clouds changed color.

"Zhou Cang, I give you a choice!" Emperor Qin's spear pointed at Zhou Cang, coldly, and said, "Surrender or die?"

"Haha......"

Zhou Cang looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, sneering at Emperor Qin's words. For he is the one who gave the surname and represents the glory of countless people.

He can die, but he will never surrender!

"Ben will admit that he underestimated you, but just by relying on you, do you think you will eat me?"

Zhou Cang sneered: "Those who give us surnames are born as the generals of the royal family and die as the ghost generals of the royal family, and they are unswerving, as evidenced by heaven and earth!"

"Kill!"

Zhou Cang came with a knife, and he had to fight. He represents the person who gave the surname, and represents the Xiliang Palace, and this battle is won without dying.

"Since you are looking for death, I will fulfill you!"

With a cold snort, Emperor Qin rushed forward with his gun and fought with Zhou Cang.

"When, when, when......"

Jin Ge Iron Horse, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger.

Emperor Qin cherished Zhou Cang, because he didn't have many people available at the moment, and the Xiliang Wangfu was aggressive, and he had no way to retreat.

But in the eyes of Emperor Qin, Zhou Cang was just sparse and ordinary. As long as the Emperor's Mausoleum is opened and the Great Qin Ruishi recovers, even if there are 100,000 Zhou Cang, they can sweep away.

"Dang!"

The spear collided with the broadsword, and as soon as Qin Huang used his strength, he swung open Zhou Cang's broadsword, and the secret power of the word [Dao] was blessed, and the spear broke out of the air.

"Poof——!

One shot through the throat, one blow to kill!

Blood dripped from Emperor Qin's palm, and on the battlefield, the sound was in his ears. The people who watched the battle turned pale for a while, and they couldn't help but tremble.

Emperor Qin is fierce!

In this battle, he killed the innate grandmaster and completely suppressed all the warriors in Minzhou City.

Moreover, Emperor Qin is too young, as long as he does not die, a new royal family will inevitably be born.

Emperor Qin's spear pointed horizontally at the warriors watching the battle, and his cold words spread throughout the audience: "From today on, there can only be one force in Minzhou, and that is Qin Ting!"

"I welcome talented people to join, but those who violate it will be killed——!"

......

After that, Emperor Qin glanced at the few remaining Xiliang iron horsemen, and said, "Go back and tell King Xiliang that Minzhou is going to be decided!"

"Yes yes yes ......"

Today's Xiliang Iron Cavalry has been killed by Emperor Qin, and when he heard this, he nodded hurriedly and left Minzhou in a hurry.

"Emperor Qin!"

Glancing at Wen Yu, Emperor Qin said in a deep voice, "Clean up the battlefield, clean the streets, and bring in Zhou Cang's corpse!"

"Yes!"

"Ma Buyi, immediately collect the bodies of the brothers, take a sum of money from the Daqin Group as a pension, and send it to the families of the brothers who died in battle!"

"Yes!"

"Viper, write down the names of all the fallen brothers and put them in the merit book!"

"Yes!"

......

This battle is over, and the turbulent city of Minzhou has become quiet again. However, everyone knows that if Zhou Cang dies in battle, Xiliang Wangfu will never give up.

Under the calm surface, the dark tide was surging secretly, and the Qin Emperor wanted to integrate all the forces in Minzhou, and for a while, it made people panic.

Qin Ting.

Emperor Qin beheaded Zhou Cang, and after giving the order, he went into retreat. This time, relying on [Devouring] to kill all directions, the life vitality absorbed was too huge, and it was a little violent.

For a while, Emperor Qin couldn't suppress it!

As soon as he came back, Emperor Qin immediately retreated, running the twelve ancient characters of the Taichu Dynasty, the phantom of the [Dao] character was running extremely fast, and the secret power of the Dao Dao surrounded the whole body, suppressing the violent aura in the body.

At this moment, Emperor Qin's heart flashed, and he knew that if he continued like this, even if the twelve ancient characters of the beginning were running violently, what was waiting for him was only to explode and die.

What to do!

Imminent!

【Devour!】

The thought flickered, Emperor Qin's heart lit up, the secret power of the Dao in the dantian was derived, and the phantom of the word [Dao] hovered in the dantian, and the word [devour] took shape one by one.

One by one, the almost transparent word [devouring] appeared, densely packed in the dantian. As soon as the thought moved, thousands of [devouring] characters swam along the meridians.

It constantly disappears into the meridians and merges into the blood. The word [devour] devours the secret power, devouring the vast life vitality in the body.

"Life vitality, give me [devour]!" roared, and the word [devour] in the Qin Emperor's dantian was magnificent.

"Hoo ......"

After half a ring, the vast life vitality in the body gradually calmed down, the phantom of the word [Dao] in the dantian became more condensed, and the cultivation of Emperor Qin's body increased dramatically.

Mid-stage foundation building!

The cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building, coupled with all kinds of secret techniques, is enough to crush all innate grandmasters.

Standing up, Emperor Qin breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, the cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building was enough to suppress the Qin court and gain a foothold on Minzhou.

......

"Brother Wen, the martial artists of Minzhou have all been sorted out and recorded, but most of them are third-rate martial artists!"

Ma Buyi's face was solemn, and the third-rate warriors were only stronger than the three hundred elites, but after a battle with Xiliang Tieqi, he realized the strength of the royal family.

A third-rate martial artist can suppress the younger ones, but compared to the Xiliang Iron Cavalry, it is too weak, and the two cannot be compared at all.

Hearing Ma Buyi's words, Wen Yu's face was heavy: "A third-rate martial artist is better than three hundred elites, how many people are there?"

"Five hundred!"

Wen Yu flashed a glint in his eyes, turned his head, and said: "The background of these people must be blank, any problems must be dug up, as long as there is a problem, no one will be accepted!"